Legend of the Swordking Chapter 980: Sura Terrace

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"The storm...the altar of the storm, finally appeared..." Ling Yun's tears were hazy, and she was speechless with excitement. After all, she was a disciple of the Blood Sect, and her admiration for the altar of the storm was deeply rooted. Believe it.

I opened the kendo god's eyes and looked at the underground. The storm altar was in the sky. Below it was all chaotic rules of power, like a wandering dragon raging underground, supporting the entire storm altar, so it seems that the storm altar is absolutely impossible Staying in the upper realm for too long, may soon disappear again, submerged in the streamer.

"Time is running out, ready to enter the altar."

I whispered, with a light palm, the rays of light gathered into a deep fairy bone sword. With a little luck, 3400 spirit patterns were activated one after another, and the fairy soldiers burst into proud glory.

Ling Yun also drew out the long sword and followed me step by step to the altar of storm.

On both sides of the entrance of the main hall, the black and white Shura Phrases that are as high as tens of feet are motionless, but the eyes of the world seem to have locked me and Ling Yun, looking at us quietly, without doing anything, they seem to have their souls not yet annihilated. , I can sense that kind of domineering and sharp, but they didn't do it. Could it be that I and Ling Yun were acquiesced?

A suspension bridge, surrounded by clouds.

Ling Yun and I stepped onto the suspension bridge cautiously, and when we looked up, we could see the rhythm of regular cutting. You can't fly here, otherwise we will be divided soon. Fortunately, we are more disciplined.

"The Storm Altar, finally appeared!"

In the distance, a familiar voice came from Dong Xinghui. Following him were a group of disciples from the Flying Eagle Mansion and the Blood Demon Palace. They were all traitors who had surrendered to the born Shura. At this time, Dong Xinghui His eyes glowed, and he laughed and said: "Come here, immediately report to Lord Shura, we found the location of the storm altar, and the rest of them will follow me, enter the storm altar, and kill the two stubborn people!" /

"Dong Xinghui, this despicable villain!"

Ling Yun bit her silver teeth, holding the sword and about to start.

"Don't."

I stopped her directly, shook my head and said: "We may not be their hands now. Look at Dong Xinghui, his aura has completely changed, completely different from before."

"Huh?"

Ling Yuntan opened his mouth slightly, and looked at Dong Xinghui and others deeply, and found that these people’s spiritual platforms were covered with a cloud of blood, and the primordial spirit seemed to be in a fire field, making a trembling howl. But it has also become stronger and horizontal, and there are wisps of magic flame around his body, which is clearly demonized by black hair Shura.

At this time, Dong Xinghui's strength has increased by at least twice. Perhaps, it is enough to challenge the top 20 of the semi-sacred list. With the addition of dozens of other people, we are bound to suffer a big loss at this time.

"Enter the altar."

I jumped, and my body turned into a flying flame and stepped into the altar along the suspension bridge. The clouds around me suddenly dispersed. I saw that the layout of the entire altar was very simple. The circular altar had an arch above it. The roof is inscribed with prosperous ancient characters, and on the ground, there is an altar the size of tens of meters in the center. There are twelve props on the four sides of the altar, and a bright crystal soul is stored on the propped round table. Linghua bred above the crystal soul, and brilliance flowed.

"Who is it that dare to break into the Asura Terrace?"

A low and ethereal voice sounded. When Ling Yun and I looked up together, I found a cloud of mist in the air, condensing into the image of an old man, with a cane in his hand, looking dizzy. A pair of eyes also seemed to be confused, unable to see things clearly, just tilted his head and judged everything with ears.

"Who are you?" I asked in a low voice.

"Me?"

The old man laughed: "The old man is a slave."

"Slaves?"

I frowned and said: "This is the altar of storm, guarded by the twelve Shura, and must have a close relationship with the Shura clan, how can you become a servant of the altar of storm?"

"Altar of the Storm?"

The old man was startled, and smiled: "It turns out that this is called the Altar of Storms by the later generations of human race...boy, the old man tells you, this is not a storm altar, but the Asura Terrace, it is the ancient twelve Asura Immortals. Don’t you see the twelve Asura souls where you have fallen?"

My heart trembled: "You mean... these twelve spars were transformed by the soul of the ancient Shura Immortal?"

"That's right."

The old man's crutches tapped the void lightly, and he made a deafening sound, saying: "Someone has broken into the Asura Terrace again. This year, it is really lively."

"Swish~~~"

Dong Xinghui and others rushed into the Asura Terrace, covered with magic flames. First, Dong Xinghui was startled for a moment, and then pointed at the sword, and said: "Old guy, who are you?"

"I am a slave!"

"A servant, go! Hand over the treasure in the altar of the storm!"

"Huh!"

The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and said: "A few wicked obstacles dare to be so arrogant. It would be too rude to my old man. Come here, let me drive them out!"

"Yes, the host!"

The air storm swiftly swirled, and eight powerful snow spirits holding war spears appeared in an instant. I was stunned at once. This servant is amazing. It can summon eight snow spirits, and it’s also amazing to be placed in the upper realm. The existence of!

Dong Xinghui and others had not had time to say anything, they were immediately driven away by Xue Ling, and some of the demonized disciples were even killed by Xue Ling with a spear through the heart. Soon, a group of All the people were driven out of the Asura Terrace.

……

"..."

I was silent. Deep down in my heart, an incomparable mysterious power in the Lingxu felt a trace of resonance, and I unconsciously walked towards one of the Asura Soul Stones. As soon as I approached within a few meters, Soul Soul The rhythm of the stone surface moved a series of pale regular chains, sacred and mysterious, with a "swish" sound, a figure leaped into the sky from the soul stone and condensed in the air, just like the white Xiula.

He looked at me quietly with his eyes, and I looked at him quietly.

Although I didn’t speak, countless pictures flew past my heart. From my first transformation on the pale road, every transformation experience resurfaced, as if he was grabbing the memory in my heart. , I have insight into everything related to Bai Xiura, and all I can do is relax my mind and look at him calmly.

In the air, the altar master coughed and said, "Boy, there is such a cause and effect between you and Master Bai Xiula? It's not easy, it's not easy... Incarnate Bai Shura so many times, but you can still cultivate. This level is amazing."

I looked straight at Bai Shura, took a deep breath, and said: "Are you still alive? I can feel the despair and fear, time after time, always lingering in my heart."

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, showing a wicked smile, but he didn't speak.

I frowned and said: "I bathed in the blood pool with Lin Qianyu, and finally got the immortal pulse, but this is like a curse. Can you tell me? Why did you choose me?"

He still smiles and is silent.

"Boy, you don't have to ask."

The altar master’s crutches hit the void again, saying: "The twelve asuras have long been annihilated in the dust of time. Now they are just a grain of sand and a dust of dust. They have died for tens of thousands of years. No sacredness can be reborn. It’s just that a piece of their spiritual sense still remains in the Asura Soul Stone, but they can’t tell you any more secret past."

I couldn't help feeling disappointed. I thought that finding the altar of the storm would unlock the truth about black and white Shura, but now it's nothing.

"You don't have to be disappointed."

The altar master said lightly: "You can walk here in the dark, this is caused by cause and effect, there is a certain causal connection between you and Bai Xiula, which is a kind of opportunity in itself."

Ling Yun, who was silent for a long time, said: "Senior, do you mean Bu Yixuan can get the inheritance of Lord Bai Xiula?"

"Inheritance?"

The old altar master couldn't help but laugh, coughing and coughing, and said: "Where is such a good thing, I said that the Twelve Shura has long been annihilated, and they understand that there is a kind of destruction that cannot be suppressed in their own power. After the rules, I chose to stay silent and die here, not to mention the inheritance of the practice, not even a piece of hair will be passed on to future generations. As for this soul, a piece of iron stone is useless and cannot be refined, so it does not exist. Inheritance, there is no Asura scripture."

Ling Yunxiu frowned: "Then you still say this is a chance?"

"Yes, it is indeed a chance."

The old altar master smiled indifferently, and said: "How many peerless techniques there are in the world, how many unparalleled bloodlines, and how many rare soldiers are there, but how many people who truly master the universe, how many people will be fascinated by these extracorporeal objects? The real power exists in the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, the rules of the world you can feel, the air you can breathe, the dew that you can contaminate, that is the source of power, and the real power depends on the heart to understand. It’s not a matter of chance, boy, what do you think?"

I have a feeling of empowerment. I feel it carefully and I immediately realize that the rules on the Asura stage are fundamentally different from those of the outside world. It contains a very heavy Asura aura. It is about the Asura family’s heavenly law. Actually Heavenly law has long existed, but the world is too obsessed with form, thinking that Heavenly Law is just a martial art, a piece of spiritual jade.

"Senior, can I practice here?" I asked.

The old altar master smiled slightly: "The old man protects the law for you."

I immediately sat cross-legged, sitting next to the White Asura Soul Stone, and entered a state of selflessness. I began to conform to the surrounding Asura rules, and I understood and touched them little by little.

Ling Yun was at a loss, but didn't say much. She immediately knelt down and entered the realm of enlightenment like me. Maybe her talent is not as good as mine, but as long as she comprehends something in the altar of storm, take these things Going out is an extraordinary existence, enough to make the four major sects fight for a bloodshed existence.

The only concern is when the black-haired Shura will come. He must understand before he arrives.